Poems

A Spider’s Web of Memories, Delicate and Dark In the shadows, where memories twist and spin,A spider’s web of thoughts, so fine and stark,Each strand is a tale of where we’ve been,A delicate lace, obscured by the dark.A spider’s web of thoughts, so fine and stark,Hangs silent and still, in the corners of the mind,A […]

2025 Canadian WildfiresOver 200 wildfires are actively burning across Canada, with more than 100 considered “out of control,” scorching over 1 million hectares and forcing the evacuation of more than 27,000 residents in Manitoba, Saskatchewan, and Alberta. The resulting smoke has severely impacted air quality across the American Midwest—particularly Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Michigan—where Air Quality

Warren of Shadows (Prose)Heed the ancient whispers that bleed from the core of the earth, where silence is never kind, and even the smallest movement births legends twisted by time and fear. This is not a tale for those who still believe in gentle endings, nor for those who cling to the idea that monsters

Warren of Shadows (Prose)Heed the ancient whispers that bleed from the marrow of the earth, where silence is never kind, and even the smallest movement births legends twisted by time and fear. This is not a tale for those who still believe in gentle endings, nor for those who cling to the idea that monsters

The Wrongness You Cannot Prove Everything is fine. Everything is perfectly normal.The sun comes up, the coffee brews, the routine is formaland consistent and the world outside is doing what it does,but underneath the ordinary is a constant, humming buzz of wrongness that I cannot locate, cannot isolate,cannot point to in a room and say:

The Wailing GhostIn the abandoned house on the hill, where the air is deathly still, A wailing ghost roams every night, mourning lost with all her might.Her tale of woe forever told, in whispers that make blood run cold, In the shadows of the night, her mourning brings the greatest fright.

The Thing That Replaced the Dog The dog came back different after the woods.Same breed, same collar, same tags.Same bark, same appetite, same bed.But the eyes had changed from brown to amber. Children notice what adults dismissand I was nine and I noticedthe way it watched my parentslike it was studying a new species. It

The Tooth Fairy Ledger I found the ledger in the attic.A leather-bound book with gilt edges.Every tooth I ever lost documentedwith dates, locations, and a signature. Not my parents signing for the quarters.Something else, a different hand.Precise and clinical and ancient,recording each acquisition like a receipt. Twenty baby teeth, all accounted for.Catalogued by type and

The Spider’s WebWeb of shadows where dreams fade and fears arise presence begins shadows defy hearts’ criesSteps through darkness where webs of sorrow reveal truths hearts bide hidden liesTwisted dreams where shadows reveal hidden truths webs devise souls disguiseDarkness consumes as webs unfold presence arises hearts wise shadows’ prizeSpider’s Web where shadows spin tales of

The Summer Camp NightmareBy the lake where memories lie, a summer camp where children cry, A shadow stalks the moonlit shore, leaving fear forevermore.Tents that flutter in the breeze, haunted by the killer’s tease, A night of horror, deathly cold, a tale of terror, grim and bold.Footsteps near the water’s edge, whispers rise from the